| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Loss | | By Richard Aldington |
| | In France (1916–1918)
THIS is not hell— | |
| At least, merely a comfortable hell, | |
| With warmth and food and some still moments | |
| Ere the true hell comes rushing in again. | |
| Yet this one thought is torture: | 5 |
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| Have I lost her, lost her indeed?— | |
| Lost the calm eyes and eager lips of love, | |
| The two-fold amorous breasts and braided hair, | |
| The white slim body my senses fed upon, | |
| And all the secret shadows shot with fire? | 10 | | | |
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